Hate This Song

Last night I heard a song, it brought back all these awful feelings

I never listened long enough, but now I get the meaning

I was your broken record, soundtrack to your starry ceiling

Our track was skipping, starting over, is it worth repeating?

You sang along, and I still lie awake at night

I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the way you said

I hope you hear this song over and over again

I hope it burns a hole right through your fucking head

And while you're out there dancing to someone new

I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too

I hope you hate this song (hate this song)

Like I hate you (like I hate you)

The ghost of your melody, it haunts me like a fading echo

You cut through the silence like the sirens through my bedroom window

I should be movin' on, but you don't want to let me let go

I've heard this one a million times, and I hope

That when you hear this song over and over again

I hope it burns a hole right through your fucking head

And while you're out there dancing to someone new

I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too

I hope you hate this song (hate this song)

Like I hate you (like I hate you)

When you hear my voice, I hope it makes you sick

Next time you sing along, you can choke on it

Yeah, I hope it makes you sick, sick, sick, sick

Oh, I hope it makes you sick (ha-ha, oh, shit)

I hope you hear this song over and over again

I hope it burns a hole right through your fucking head

And while you're out there dancing to someone new

I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too

I hope you hate this song (I hope you hate this song)

Like I hate you (like I hate you)

I hope you hate this song (I fucking hate this song)

Like I hate you (like I hate you)

I hope you hate this song